Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Crooked Eye to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
Janne Schatter,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Derrick Morgan,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
The Blackbyrds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Circle Jerks,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.